Many times my blog posts are meant to share with my readers and many times they are for me. I know that one day I will get all of my posts bound in a book and I like to look back on where I have come from. How I felt at times. How I looked at things…
Today is my 7 year wedding anniversary with my husband.
It’s my day off.
I detest working on days that are important to me. I am sure that will change when my position changes at work. If you work in an environment where you are only dealing with your co-workers then sure, go to work. But as for me, that’s not my work environment. So I don’t work on my birthday or my anniversary or Valentine’s Day (not because I love that day, but because I loathe dealing with others who are bitter on that day).
I am off, he is not. But that’s okay. Our anniversary is more of a milestone marker than anything else. We are not big on celebrating and that’s just how it is. Would I like to change that? Yeah but it’s not that important to me.
What is important to me, is that the day continues to come each year, and that whatever we go thru, we stick it out together.
As the day was winding down, we reminisced on what a beautiful day our wedding day was. It was absolutely perfect weather, a gorgeous Carolina fall day. We were talking about how the day was just right, when he turned to me and said that even with all that we’ve gone through, that he would marry me all over again. It melted my heart. Because that means more than just those few words to him and to me.
I love that man even when I want to kill him and I know he feels the same about me. I cry when I watch Four Weddings at almost every ceremony. I cry when I see anything wedding, when it comes to the vows…sob city. Because I know what those vows mean. I am so proud of us for making it this far and for continuing to make it. We have grown together. He is my husband and I am his wife of 7 years. Wow.